She sat straight up, then flopped back down onto the mattress once she remembered she’d spent the night at Luke’s. Her face heated as the memory of talking to Luke surfaced. Oh, crap, I fucking told him everything. She needed to search him out and tell him to forget her babbling. This wasn’t Charisa and Derek in the other room, and she shouldn’t have dumped her life story on this guy. Not Luke. Hell, he was famous and she was just another screw. She found a T-shirt in his closet and slipped it on. The hem went past her knees. Luke was tall. Before searching for the guys, she looked through the bathroom for an extra toothbrush and took care of the business of cleaning up. With her hair brushed and her mouth minty fresh, she could approach Luke and spell out what she’d really meant. Putting a guilt trip on a guy this soon into a relationship wasn’t fair. Plus, did she even want to be in a relationship with him, with a guy? Fuck, she didn’t know, and it was all too complicated and too soon.
